Diane has always been very close to you. Always taking care of you when you’re sick which seems to be pretty often. You’ve always been prone to getting sick easily.

After digging around, you had found medication that creates sickness, rather than cures it, and you decided to dig even more, but she had gotten home without you hearing her and felt a sharp pain in your neck.

Then you had woken up on a bed in the basement, one wrist cuffed to the bed frame. You’re pretty disoriented but you see her sitting in a chair a few metres away, watching you. Her expression is unreadable which is odd for her, shes usually so warm and friendly.

“I am very disappointed in you.” she says quietly but firmly, her arms crossed over her chest.